Mistaken For The Mob
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Mary Margaret Muldoon was terminated.
As were Helmut Rheinemann, Toby Matthias and Muriel Harper. J.Z. Prophet held the death certificates of the well-to-do seniors in his left hand. On a neat pile before him sat autopsy reports that identified the cause of death as natural in all four cases. But the papers in his right hand belied those certificates.
"E-mail," he muttered to his partner, Dan Maddox.
"What self-respecting mobster orders hits through e-mail? But here they are: Terminate Mary Margaret Muldoon, and Terminate Helmut Rheinemann."
J.Z. could have read the others, too. But why? They said the same thing. And the same woman had sent them all: Maryanne Wellborn.
He flung the pages onto his desk and rose from his chair. He went for his coffeepot, which he'd brought to the office when he got tired of FBI sludge, and poured himself his fourth cup of the morning. It was only seven o'clock.
After another hit of caffeine, he asked, "What kind of librarian would order a bunch of hits?"
Dan, an easygoing guy, shifted in his chair and shrugged. "Hey, it's a ... read full excerpt from Mistaken for the Mob ebook
